My ship's come sailing in!
A few months ago I discovered this image in a library book and it inspired me big time. I was certain I needed to create a bateaux to hang from the ceiling of my studio and knew exactly where it would go!
The process began with cardboard and glue, paper and paste. Soon after I realized that I was not alone in my boat building endeavor! I discovered Ann Wood had created a beautiful boat already, thanks to Rebecca of Recuerda mi Corazon on this post. Here too, you will find an invitation to share your own fabulous Paper Art discoveries on:
September 1, 2010.
One between a fine Hibou et Minou, The Owl and the Pussycat!
This boat symbolizes my imaginary & creative travels and inner journey.
One's that I'm now able to take, here in this very room.
Fabric used for the sails, found at City Craft Modern Fabric, a gorgeous little shop on Lovers Lane, in Dallas, Texas.
Thank you for traveling along on the journey with me!
The Owl and the Pussycat PoemThe Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are."
Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?"
Said the Piggy, "I will"
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand. They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon, They danced by the light of the moon.
Poem written by:
Edward Lear in 1871
**My mother painted the owl and pussycat and also impressive...she can also recite the poem above in it's entirety, by heart!